Luyện nghe bài hát S.P. So Bastardly

[VERSE 1:
I'm sippin' magic, gettin' stuck like traffic
On the of his head, S.P.M. tatted
Boys down with me, like flat tires
Got and 'Lac's and candy jaguars
Try to it rich, breakin' bricks
My girl's name was cocaine, a crazy bitch
Was my first love, that I will
Watchin' dope fiends for half a cigarette
Do these know, how it really go
Or are they just another on the microphone?
I to the 'Pac, I listen to the Pat
My either dead or in the kitchen cookin' crack
wanna' stare, take it to the square, hoe
Should I stay ag' or should I let my hair
I know it stop, even though they try
45 years, in like a homicide

[CHORUS:
Creep me, S.P. so bastardly
And so fast-ily
And pack so
wit' me, S.P. so bastardly
And so fast-ily
And so heavily

[VERSE 2:
The has got me on edge
I'm closer to that spot on the ledge
To if I drop, then I'm dead
Man, it's probably
'Cuz these days, innocent Mexicans get in the 'feds
Or either wit' a glock fulla' lead
Or (of the death??)
Now, I don't be the next one to suffer the same pain
I'm stuck in same game, I hustle to things
'Cuz whoever I just wanna see lead fly
The bullets done sped by, now where your head lie
I be cruzin' the back street, my screw tape bang
The caddy stay swangin' through the two-way lanes
So creep wit' me, let me show you the ropes I roll frequently
Out the dirty, throwed
What the deal like baby, is real life
This is what it feels like, when you in the life
This is it still like, still fly the kite to Los
like to welcome y'all on behalf of S.P. bro'

[CHORUS:
Creep me, S.P. so bastardly
And pull so
And so heavily
Creep me, S.P. so bastardly
And pull so
And pack so

3: SPM]
I'ma stay strong, stronger then they
I made 'em so when I bought it off the lot
But I'd fall apart, if I spark
South Park, slap on my Noah's Ark
ain't a thing, never will I love it
Guess why the Lord gave me plenty of it
I spent it on my homies, it on my kids
I put a diamond necklace in my fridge
But all the kept me drugged up
I try to stuff a fuckin' whole in one blunt
So enemies, for no good reason
Guess they mad cause I the dough look easy
In the club, on a hog leg
some car friends wishin' I would drop dead
Now that I'm on lock, they still take it
Homie, I'm the of this shit, man face it

[CHORUS:
wit' me, S.P. so bastardly
And pull so
And pack so
wit' me, S.P. so bastardly
And so fast-ily
And pack so